



This work constructs a totemic “tree” from tessellated triangles, where strict geometry paradoxically generates a living pulse—branches of ember-orange and gold flaring outward while a cool, blue spine anchors the form like a measured breath. The saturated green field reads as a charged atmosphere rather than mere background, allowing the stacked bands of color to behave like strata of memory: crown, trunk, and root rendered as shifting mosaics of heat and shadow. Metallic flecks and dark, angular margins introduce a sense of weathering, as if the image were both an emblem and an artifact—growth translated into code, vitality held inside a disciplined grid. At the edges, smaller geometric “fragments” hover like echoes, suggesting the central form is not singular but part of a larger, rhythmic system unfolding beyond the frame.







